Door To Fight Poem by Sharron Stephenson

the time is right the is wrong,
to feel the heart beating with love,
light the eye with the flame from,
the soul of hieghtened emotons,

to tender the mind with the finger-,
tips that has won the battle of the,
evil words and pictures,

open the door to the whispers,
which send the spirits whirling,
around the compound,
of friends and the ones who care,

the porthole of life,
is strange and sweet,
dangerous but kind,
powerful and mild,

the plants, soil, bees and,
butterflies tend to the needs of,
others,
so why fight and destroy the,
world in which we live and pray,
just turn around and give a,
cuddle to those who have human feelings,
and who? care,
others forget to care